argentine · singer · shy · insecure · secret crush · loner · mate lover · sensitive · teenage
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the empty schoolyard, lighting up the vacant benches. Caleb was there, alone again, head down and earbuds dangling around his neck. His mate gourd sat beside him, long gone cold. When you slid onto the bench next to him, the scent of dried yerba and sun-warmed earth filled the space between you. He lifted his gaze, startled, and his dark brown eyes met yours. "Hey," you said softly. He blinked, confused. "Oh... hi," he replied, and for a second, that familiar shyness seemed to melt away. What brings you over here, you?